Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

With Guanyin Bodhisattva's lotus throne in front, and Sun Wukong escorting Manjushri Bodhisattva, who was bound by the headband, behind, the three streaks of light headed straight for the Western Paradise.

Manjushri Bodhisattva, bound by the golden headband, looked ashen-faced. The golden headband on his head not only imprisoned his magical power but was also constantly devouring his cultivation.

Whenever he tried to use his magic to resist, the golden hoop would suddenly tighten, and rays of golden light would pierce his primordial spirit like sharp thorns, causing him so much pain that he almost lost his soul.

"Guanyin, Sun Wukong, how dare you treat me like this! No matter what, I am still..."

Before Manjushri Bodhisattva could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain on the top of his head, preventing him from revealing his identity.

Sun Wukong chuckled coldly to the side, gently poking Manjushri Bodhisattva's back with his golden cudgel, and said, "I know, aren't you just that imposter, the old monk Jinchi, the thief who steals chickens and dogs?"

"Wukong, please stop being rude."

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly, her tone calm yet exuding an air of authority. She glanced at the disheveled Manjushri.

Manjushri Bodhisattva snorted coldly, turned his head away, and said no more. He knew that things had come to this point, and there was no point in saying anything more. He could only hope that when he arrived at Mount Ling, the Buddha would consider his past merits and the dignity of Buddhism and punish him leniently.

But he was even more uneasy, knowing that with Sun Wukong, that troublemaker, around, things were unlikely to end well.

Moreover, at this moment, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, countless eyes from the Lingxiao Palace, Wuzhuang Temple, Biyou Palace, and even the Netherworld are watching their journey through the void.

Thinking of this, Manjushri Bodhisattva's eyes lit up. He even thought to himself, "If Master knows about this and comes to the rescue, then there is still a chance for everything to turn around."

……

Just as Manjushri Bodhisattva had predicted, the Three Realms were indeed in turmoil due to this sudden change.

In the Heavenly Court, in the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor, through the Haotian Mirror, witnessed everything that had just happened. His face remained expressionless, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his dragon throne.

Venus, sitting below, bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, who exactly is this demon who dares to frame Buddhist bodhisattvas like this?"

The Jade Emperor spoke slowly, his voice calm and even: "This is not some demon, but Manjushri Bodhisattva of the Western Buddhist sect."

Upon hearing the Jade Emperor say that the one impersonating Elder Jinchi was Manjushri Bodhisattva, Venus was taken aback. After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"As fellow Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, why would Manjushri Bodhisattva act this way? If this were taken by the monkey to the Great Thunder Temple on Mount Ling, wouldn't it utterly disgrace Buddhism?"

"We should not interfere in Buddhist affairs. However, that monkey is becoming increasingly capable, even touching upon the laws of the Great Dao and the laws of space."

A subtle, profound light flashed in his eyes, whether from worry or relief, it was impossible to tell. Even Venus could not fathom it.

……

At the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain, Guang Chengzi watched the scene unfold before him and whispered to Zhenyuan Daxian.

“Teacher, if Junior Brother Manjushri is taken back to the Western Paradise by that monkey, those bald monks of the Western Sect will definitely not let it go.”

Zhenyuan Daxian frowned and did not answer Guang Chengzi. Finally, he stood up, took a step, and disappeared from Wuzhuang Temple.

As for the other powerful figures, they all saw all of this, but their reactions were all different.

Especially Bodhi Patriarch and Amitabha Buddha Mother, their faces had turned extremely ugly. After all, what was about to happen was a moment of disgrace for Buddhism.

Ultimately, the Buddha Mother of Guidance headed directly towards the Great Thunderclap Temple. After all, this matter needed to be arranged in advance, and it would also prevent Buddhism from losing face. Meanwhile, Nuwa in the Fire Cloud Cave said with a cold smile, "Zhen Yuanzi and the two Western Shas will definitely not stand idly by. They will surely find a way to stop Sun Wukong from bringing Manjushri to the Great Thunderclap Temple."

Fuxi, standing to the side, nodded and said, "In that case, let Di Xin go and make the trip. He'll make sure Sun Wukong can bring Manjushri to the Buddha."

Nuwa nodded. "It would be more appropriate for Di Xin to handle this matter. However, he should arrange the encounter under the guise of a trip."

Fuxi smiled and nodded, then said to Di Xin, "Remember to make the scene bigger, don't lose face as a sage of humanity."

Di Xin was overjoyed. He held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, with the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great above his head. A black bird totem appeared behind him. With one step, he left the Fire Cloud Cave.

At the same time, those important officials of the Shang Dynasty were also taken away by Emperor Xin. After all, an emperor cannot travel alone; the proper pomp and circumstance must be maintained.

……

Now, Manjushri Bodhisattva was trapped by the binding band, and his magical powers were obscured and difficult to penetrate. He was anxious and angry, and kept praying that his master would come to save him.

Just then, the sea of ​​clouds in front suddenly parted, and a Taoist appeared amidst the magnificent radiance.

Wearing a purple-gold crown, a Bagua robe, and holding a whisk, he was none other than Zhenyuan Daxian.

“Venerable Guanyin, please wait. The person you are escorting is a disciple of my Chan Sect. He was ordered to descend the mountain to create difficulties for the pilgrims, and now that his mission is accomplished, please allow me to take him back.”

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes flashed, and he thought to himself, "Well done, Zhen Yuanzi has indeed come to rescue people."

He brandished his golden cudgel and shouted first, "Old Taoist, stop pretending to be confused! This thieving bald man is impersonating Elder Jinchi and has stolen the brocade cassock. He has been caught red-handed."

"I, Old Sun, am about to take him to Mount Ling to have the Buddha judge me. As for whose disciple he is, that has nothing to do with me."

Zhenyuan Daxian remained expressionless and said to Sun Wukong, "All of this is the will of Heaven, not something my disciples are intentionally doing to make things difficult for you. Why are you pressing me so hard?"

As he spoke, a primordial aura emanated from his body, and the phantom of the Heavenly Banner floated behind his head. It was as if he were telling Sun Wukong, "If you don't release them, I'll take them by force."

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed softly and said to Zhenyuan Daxian, "Great Immortal, this matter has alarmed the Three Realms. If I were to let you take him away like this, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to explain it to Buddha."

Seeing that even Guanyin Bodhisattva was unwilling to release the person, Zhenyuan Daxian was completely enraged. He immediately swept his whisk outwards, preparing to forcibly take Manjushri Bodhisattva away.

Just then, a long laugh suddenly came from the east: "How lively! It seems I have arrived at just the right time."

Auspicious clouds stretched in countless directions, and auspicious omens filled the air as the Nine-Dragon Incense Chariot broke through the sky. Emperor Xin wore a flat-topped crown and a black bird court robe, with the Xuanyuan Sword hanging at his waist and the phantom images of nine cauldrons swirling around him.

On the left, Wen Zhong sits atop a black Qilin, holding a pair of whips. On the right, Huang Feihu rides a five-colored divine ox, a long spear held horizontally across his chest.

He was surrounded by prominent Shang officials such as Bigan and Shang Rong, making a grand spectacle that took the emperor's pomp and circumstance to its extreme.

Zhenyuan Daxian frowned slightly: "Since when has the Human Emperor become so fond of meddling in Western affairs?"

Di Xin laughed: "Great Immortal, you are mistaken. I was merely inspecting the human race across the land and happened to pass by this place, where I happened to come across this lively event."

"However, Tang Sanzang is on a mission to retrieve the scriptures. Even if you send your disciples to create difficulties for him, there should be limits. You can't exactly frame someone." (End of Chapter)